Kevin's Special Delivery Pt. 04 - A Really Suite Time
Lois
I slept soundly that night in the bed in which Kevin and I had frolicked so delightfully, and I awoke on Thursday morning feeling refreshed and happy. Had I but known that having passionate sex with an 18-year-old could ease my chronic insomnia, I would have started doing it years ago!
My workday was very pleasant as well, and I amused myself by wondering what my coworkers would think if they knew the reason behind the brighter smile on my face and the extra spring in my step. Perhaps I should share my secret: Bed a younger lover, ladies and gentlemen; it's good for both body and soul. Then again, perhaps not!
I'm less certain that my recent escapades were beneficial to my job performance, however. My superiors would no doubt be dismayed to learn that I spent a goodly portion of the day harkening back upon the prior evening's goings on, and another fair portion plotting the next engagement.
Work activity coincided briefly with tryst planning in the course of my negotiating hotel arrangements for my company's annual spring sales conference. While haggling with the Sales Manager at the Palmer House Hotel over rates for a large block of rooms and conference facilities, it occurred to me that a mid-day hotel romp with Kevin could be a lot of fun.
So after concluding the business discussions, I asked about a personal reservation. I concocted a plausible story about having my apartment fumigated the following week, and the Sales Manager graciously offered me a two-night complimentary stay in one of the hotel's suites for the following Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Ooh La La!
Now I just needed to reserve my energetic lover for a next-Wednesday nooner.
That turned out to be easier than I could have imagined, as Kevin phoned me at home in the evening. I floated the idea and he seemed quite excited at the prospect of meeting me at the hotel on his day off. In the interest of giving our planned misbehavior some patina of propriety, I suggested that he dress up for the occasion and instructed him to call me on the house phone when he arrived.
Honestly, I was almost giddy at the thought of the assignation to come and regretted only the fact that I'd have to wait nearly a week for it. My initial rendezvous with Kevin had been entirely unplanned, and the second was arranged on one-day's notice. Now I'd have to wait an entire six days for another roll in the hay with the randy lad. Fiddlesticks! After such a long dry spell, I really should be making up for lost time.
I briefly pondered whether and how to try to set up an interim interlude with young Mr. Fitzgerald, but was daunted by the logistics. Calling him at home seemed perilous and trying to engineer another encounter at the drug store had risks as well. Heavens, were all clandestine affairs so complicated?
Perhaps Kevin would simply show up unannounced at my door some evening - impetuous boy. Would I feign shock and offense and turn him away? Hmmmm . . . I think not!
In the meantime, though, I was resigned to content myself with contemplating the choreography for our scheduled hotel hoedown (snicker!). Would I greet him in my full business attire . . . or perhaps open the door in a naughty negligee . . . a robe . . . a dressing gown? And following those formalities, what precisely would be on the room service "menu?" What starters? What main course? What side dishes? What dessert? How, in short, would I have him served? Dear me, the possibilities were positively exhilarating.
* * *
To my great regret, Kevin did not in fact succumb to my psychic summoning of him for a timelier tête-à-tête. As a result, by the time Wednesday rolled around, I was - how shall I put it? Well, even I struggle to find a more delicate way to say it: I was exceedingly horny!
Whether he knew it or not, Kevin was about to encounter a woman who quite possibly might reduce him to a lump of smoldering sex residue.
My colleagues perhaps wondered why their office manager - all sweetness and light just a week ago - was on this Wednesday morning a bundle of tension and nervous energy. What would they think if they learned the truth? I made those who needed to know aware of the fact that I would be taking a long lunch that day for an unspecified appointment, and I suspect that they may have been secretly thinking "take as long as you need woman!"
In any case, I left the office in the late morning and nearly sprinted the few blocks to the Palmer House Hotel, which I had checked into the evening before. When I had announced myself at the reception desk on Tuesday evening, I was gratified to receive a welcome befitting my status as the representative of a major customer. The manager on duty summoned the Bell Captain, who escorted me to a spectacularly well-appointed suite on an upper floor.
My suite had a sitting/dining room with antique furniture, including a large and ornate writing desk. The bathroom was larger than the entirety of most hotel rooms in which I had previously slept, and featured both an immense bathtub and a commodious walk-in-shower with multiple showerheads. The bedroom was also quite large, with a king size four-poster canopy bed and other luxury amenities. All of the windows afforded what must have been the best prospects in the house, including a view through other buildings to the shore of Lake Michigan.
Newly arrived in the room today - compliments of the management - were a bottle of champagne and a large fruit basket perched on the sitting room dining table.
All in all, quite an impressive setting for a steamy sexual liaison.
I retired to the bathroom to prepare myself for Kevin's arrival. The room had large mirrors on three sides, along with a full-length mirror on the back of the door, which together provided the sort of 360-degree view one doesn't generally get at home. My hair and makeup passed a brief inspection. Taking a deep breath, I fully disrobed to see how the rest of me looked on that day. After removing my brassiere and underwear, I did a full turn to assess myself in the altogether:
Breasts - small and sagging, but Kevin seems to like them.
Stomach - more rounded than I'd like. Suck it in Lois.
Bottom - dear me, is that what it looks like from behind? Not as taut as one might wish, but not bad for something I've been sitting on for over 54 years.
Lady bits - looking quite neat and tidy, since I had trimmed and shaped my pubes after my first encounter with Kevin.
The exercise was a rather pointless one, given that there was nothing to be done about my physical attributes at this point. But the availability of the many mirrors in the room spurred my curiosity. You see, I had decided to present myself to Kevin completely naked today, and wanted to know exactly what he would see when he arrived.
I chose the
au naturel
option for a couple of reasons: one, because I thought it likely to excite Kevin and further embellish my (I hope) image with him as something of a wanton woman; and two, because of the time constraints we would be under today. The less time we spent struggling with buttons, clasps and zippers, the more play time we would have.
